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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [mature]  I can be your heartache, you can be my shame
    #1

    Mommy and Daddy were... a little busy. So naturally, the girls wandered off. Very happily.

    Perhaps wandered was not completely accurate.

    They absolutely snuck away, slipped off quietly into the trees while Mommy wasn't looking with hushed, excited whispers. It was alright, Daddy would keep her busy. "Shh!," she nosed Zoe back into her hair, her sister shrunken to such a small size to hide away, the little voice giggling in her ear. "You're gonna get us caught!"

    Ohhh, but once they were away, she stretched her legs at a gallop with a twinkling laugh. It was fine, Zoe would hold on. She'd manage. "Zoe. Where should we go? You know we can't go far. Daddy will get so upset." She said it with a slight pout, but she didn't really wait for an answer though. Sometimes it didn't matter what Zoe said back. They usually had the same ideas anyway.

    She halted with a soft gasp. Like that!! "Ohhh, Zoe!" she murmured, a wicked sly grin slipping across her lips. "Zoe look at him." No pause for an answer again, heading straight for the boy with bright pink skin and glorious wings, his hair a beautiful deep blue. Oh gosh, he was perfect.

    Zynnie slid right up to him, eyes roaming freely, making a slow circle with her shoulder and hip brushing against him. "Oh, hello," she crooned, delighted gaze flicking finally to his handsome face. "Oh, he is a nice one, isn't he?" She didn't even care if he thought she was talking to herself. He'd learn in his own time.

    "What should we do with him first?"

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    #2
    dizorien
    just a bit of a surprise.

    Since Momma and Daddy were more interested in each other (not so much in the way she knows Dad wants, but details), it was easy enough for the girls to slip away. Mostly in silence, if Zoe could get a hold of her giggling. Why it was so funny, she didn't know. Maybe just that she is aware Daddy is always watching and would eventually catch up to them and scowl at them the way he does. The way his eyes go all bright and the little flecks of purple in them become more apparent. Sends tinglies down her spine. Trouble is fun! So now it was time for them to find something else to get into.

    Zynnie was leading this time, and Zoe silently cursed her sister's longer legs. And so she made herself really tiny and leaped into flight so she could find a place on her twin's neck. This is much better. "Think they noticed?" She tried to whisper, but when you're tiny, your voice doesn't carry as far, so it was really more of a shout. Oops, maybe too loud, because she's then shushed by her sister and dodging what was at the moment a large muzzle nudging at her. She giggles, because the whiskers tickle, and also because getting caught was super amusing. Burrowing into Zyn's mane, she climbs til she reaches her right ear, nestling into a safe spot. One, so she can see where they're going. And two, because up here Zyn could hear her better when she speaks, and she doesn't have to yell.

    When they're far enough away, Zyn goes full out and it's all a tiny girl can do to grab a mouthful of her sister's mane and hold tight. She exclaims and laughs, muffled by the hair, as the wind whips around her. Running is a totally different experience at her shrunken size. Sights and sounds are all intensified, and she loves it. Sissy asks where they should go, and she digs her feet into mane so she can free her mouth. "Doesn't matter, just go!" A snicker. "Daddy can get upset if he wants. It'll be okay." The words were spoken around a smirk, tone full of sass. She knew how to handle him when he was mad.

    A gasp as Zyn came suddenly to a halt, letting out a squeal as she darn near sent Zoe flying off of her. "Warning woulda been nice!" Lucky for wings and teeth to steady her, she grabbed hold of hair and then looked up at what had caught her sister's attention. "Ohh, well ain't he somethin'?" She didn't have to approve, Zyn's feet already in motion towards the gorgeous boy, all pink and dark blue with those amazing wings. Zoe's are just black, but his are- wow.

    Automatically, the girls fall in sync, and Zoe burrows more into her mane, unseen but seeing everything as her twin circles the boy. Her ebon lips quirk slowly upward on one side as she listens to her sis, asking her questions and knowing what the other will think. She doesn't have to answer the first question. It was more for effect, anyway, and that pleases them both. The second though, she had to think. "Hmmm... Say something about the look on his face. Soo grumpy. That will be fun." Adrenaline courses through her in excitement, knowing her sister is the only one who knows she's even here. She would wait for her moment to shine, for now, content to wait to see how he responds.

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    #3
    Everything sucks.

    Seethe stomps through the forest, growling and making no effort to hide his mood or really himself at all. What’s the point, when you’re as bright a pink as he is? Stupid Dad, it’s all his fault. Him and Pix, they both got Dad’s stupid pink, but at least Pix is a girl and it like, looks almost normal on her? Seethe, though, he looks like a rainbow vomited blue and pink all over him, mostly the toxic pink shade that he  P R A Y E D as a baby he’d shed out of.

    No such fuckin’ luck though.

    Anyhow. Whatever. Pink isn’t the biggest of his problems. He’s also got Dad sniffing around Mom looking to make another baby sibling (like they need more damn pink in the world) and like riding his ass about scowling all the time and telling him to lighten up and smile more. What the fuck’s there to smile about? Nothing, that’s what. So whatever, Dad can suck it.

    And he told him so too, before stomping off again. Which is how he ended up here, wandering around by the river, all stompy and grumbly and shit. And then. God, and then, like his day wasn’t shit enough. Some crazyyy little weirdo shows up, and she’s all up rubbing on him, talkin’ to herself and crooning at him like he’s supposed to like...be into her or some crazy shit? Bitch, please. You little. Like baby sister little. Hard pass.

    So he scowls at her, which takes a little doing since he was already scowling and all before she showed up, and huffs a little snort and lashes his tail at her. “Who the fuck you talkin’ to, crazy? The voices in your head getting loud today?”
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    #4

    It didn't irritate her at all to have her sister's voice in her ear. Not today, anyway. And her smile only shined a little brighter with each delightfully wicked thing Zoe shared with her.

    "Say something about the look on his face. Soo grumpy. That will be fun."

    She didn't even get the chance to, really. Her eyes lit up as he looked her over with that ridiculously adorable scowl on his face. Oh my godddd, he was going to be so much fun!! They picked the perfect boy to play with. Absolutely brilliant.

    "Who the fuck you talkin' to, crazy? The voices in your head getting loud today?"

    Her laughter tinkled like charming little bells, brown eyes dancing with ecstatic flecks of purple. Just like Daddy's. "Boyyyyyy," she crooned to him again, dragging it out so sweetly. "I'm talking to youuuu! And boy am I glad to." She gave him another long once-over, admiring that wild pink that did so seem to irritate him.

    "Baby, you're delicious!" she exclaimed, brushing her lips over his sexy shoulder. She couldn't help but wonder what that blue tasted like. Or the pink, come to think of it.

    "Ohhhh," she purred low, "I want to taste him. Can we kiss him now? Or should we play with him more first?" Her eyes lifted to his again, ready to savor a deeper scowl and his seething eyes.

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    #5
    dizorien
    just a bit of a surprise.

    Ohhh, he has such a fantastic scowl. Rich brown eyes set in that gloriously pink face. He really has handsome bone structure underneath all that beautiful pink hair, which really just makes him all the nicer to look at. Not that they have very much to compare him to, but he's probably the new highest on her list of people not-family. Her thoughts mirror her sister's: he's absolutely brilliant.

    Then he retorts to her in the best of ways. His voice all grumbly and gruff. "Who the fuck you talkin' to, crazy? The voices in your head getting loud today?" Combine that with Zynnie's musical laughter, and there were all kind of tingles traveling through Zoe's body. "That blue is such a nice contrast against the pink, isn't it? You're right, delicious."

    Her eyes glitter like stars in the night sky as her gaze dances over him, too, watching the way he reacts to her croons and then her touch. Her sister purrs to him, and Zoe purrs too. "I do too, Zynnie-love. But we should deeefinitely play a bit more. Lean in and touch him again. Then watch." Her voice turns silky, her smile coy. She waits for her sister to oblige, and then leaves her sister's sheltering curtain of hair.

    No more than the size of a horsefly (ha, no pun intended.. maybe), she flutters over the male's rosy colored shoulder and onto his withers. Here, she could take in his scent and feel his warmth radiating up to her. Mmm. Smirking, she dances upward along his nape, playing with his hair a bit, and keeping her wits about her in case he tries to shake her off. Containing her laughter, she makes it up to one of those delectably adorable ears. Between them, she glances up to her sister and winks before spreading wings and brushing them delicately along his skin. 

    Barely able to maintain her composure, she flutters back down to his withers, in full expectation of him shaking his head. Ohhh so much fun was to be had! Her heart beats wild in her chest as she looks up to her sister and awaits what's next.

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    #6
    Oh Father fuckin’ Christmas.

    Her voice is all sugary-sweet and like sticky, the sounds drawing out and dragging fingernails down his spine. He pulls back, face drippinnnng disgust. “Oh my god don’t. Gross. Nope. Noooope. Baaack it on up, crazy, I’m so not feelin’ it.” Ugggghhhhh she kisses his shoulder and he jumps back like she fuckin’ bit him, lashing out and snapping his teeth at her. “What the fuck, get off me! No. No, no, no, no, fuck no, there will be no kissing me, crazy. None. Fuck off.”

    Ugh, he can feel it like, crawlin’ across his skin, so fuckin’ nasty, like she kissed cooties onto his skin and they’re crawlin’ up his neck. He twitches his skin, shuddering and trying to shake it off. “God, are you like contagious or something? Ugh, go away, you little freak. Back the fuck off, don’ nobody want you here.” Uggggh seriously though, what the actual fuck? His skin’s for real crawling with it, like there’s a fuckin’ bug or some shit.

    He shakes his head again, getting so into it that he drops his head and shakes all the way down through his wings to his tail, ruffling his feathers and stretching his wings out and resettling them against his back. Bleurgh. Better, for like five whole seconds he can’t feel it. But then right in his goddamn ear, this creepy-ass little tickle that makes him jerk back, shakes his head again, snorts and stomps and drops his head to rub his ear against his leg. Fuckin’ nothing. “What the shit, quit it!”

    Dammit, and then on his fucking withers again! He turns to chomp whatever the fuck it is, trying to bite down and smash the damn bug or whatever--oh Christ, and it’s a teeny, tiny goddamn pony. He narrows his eyes and still tries to bite the little fucker. Holy shit, there’s two of them.

    Kill him. Please.
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    #7

    She may have pouted a little when Zoe said not to kiss him yet. But it was gone at her next words. Ohhh, yes, she'd gladly touch him again. Good idea, Zo.

    Her eyes were bright excited as she leaned in again, ignored his little retreat and that mean look of disgust on his face. He'd like it, obviously. He just had to have more of it, is all. And you know, she was starting to like that he called her Crazy. It's not sweet like Baby, but he was the only one to call her that and maybe that made it special, huh?

    She grinned and watched him squirm as Zoe left her, danced all over their sweet boy. Oh, he was so perfect! This was the best day. Zynnie helped, of course. Snuck in her own little touches to his hip, or his shoulder, only a tiny bit pouty that Zoe was making him fuss so much.

    Oh. Then he tried to bite teeny Zo!
    She frowned and slid back up to him, pressed against him and rubbed her cheek against his neck.

    "No, no, baby. We don't bite." Her grin turned a little wicked. "Well... not when Zoe is so small, that is. You might hurt her." She laughed again, "But not in the good way." It was so impossible to say what she meant, wasn't it? When these things were usually good things.

    She tilted her face up to kiss his jaw, delight him and distract him and give him something better to do than accidentally squishing poor Zo.

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    #8
    dizorien
    just a bit of a surprise.

    Heehee, this was so goddamn perfect. He couldn't have reacted better if he tried. She almost lost it several times with each grumpy word he spat. No kissing? Surely he didn't know what he was saying. Kisses are nice. He would see. 

    Then she's dancing along his skin and playing in his hair, and his response is the absolute best. All twitchy and fussy. She decided quickly that she enjoys driving him wild. He just didn't understand. Oh! Then he's doing this shake thing that starts at his head and goes all the way down his body. 

    She snickers because she can't fucking help it anymore, hovering over him until he comes out of it and resettles his wings down against his luscious sides. That's when she lands on his head and tickles his ear and- oop!- flies off him as he violently jerks and dives his head down to rub on his leg. Priceless. 

    Her grin is as wide as it's ever been able to reach on her face, eyes twinkling as she returns to his withers to rest. Only for a moment, she lingers there to watch her sister sneaking in little touches here and there. There is this buzzing along her skin, anticipation for what's to come. 

    And that's when the beautiful boy reaches around to snap at her. Squealing with delight, she leaps up and beats her wings to aid in dodging those gigantic teeth, then dives at him to boop him on the nose when he chomps at her again. Taking the momentum of bouncing off him, she giggles as she spins in the air to land back on his wither. Her smile, while tiny, is spread wide and she blinks sweetly up as he glares down at her, realizing what she is. 

    Zynnie comes to press her face to his neck, reprimanding him for biting at her teeny self. Zoe's smile turns wicked to match her sister's when she suggests biting could actually be good, though. Just not when the force of it could seriously kill her. She worries not, having the confidence to dodge him. See, she's quite fast when exponentially smaller. Them being so much larger made tracking movement slower and easier to see coming. But the idea of him biting her for real sends these odd tingles through her belly, and perhaps deeper. Sparks of curiosity, perhaps.

    Ah, then Zyn is stealing a kiss at his jawline and Zoe realizes she hasn't tasted him yet herself. This simply would not do. So while her lovely twin presumably snags his attention in front, Zo finally leaves the boy's back. Slow and quiet she returns to her natural size with wings now tucked against her, out beside and a bit behind him so that perhaps he doesn't see quite yet. Once through, she sidles up next to him- not quite touching yet- and gazes along his body. 

    Blissful look on her face and amusement lighting her eyes, she then moves to stroke one of those gorgeous wings. Right along the bone where she, herself, knew felt quite nice. Echoes of the sensation travel along her own. "You're really too handsome to be so grumpy, you know." More of a statement than a question, her voice like silk. Softly nibbling along his dark blue feathers, her eyes flash bright to catch any kind of reaction.

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    #9
    Unbe-fucking-lievable.

    Omfg they’re relentless, crawlin’ all over him and touching him and sneaking nasty little kisses to his skin like they owned him or some shit. And fucking nose boop?! REALLY? He glowers at bug-bitch and tosses his head again, trying to bat her out of the air, send her flying a little. “Get the fuck off me!” he growls, kicking out at crazy with a front leg and snorting, shaking his head and pulling away.

    Crazy rubs her face on him like a little weirdo, scolding him and smirking at him all suggestively, and he just fuckin’ glares. “No. No good biting, not gonna happen.” Freeeeeak. Aims a bite for her nose when she kisses his jaw, ears pinned and tail lashing, and bumps against her with his shoulder, trying to shove her away and hell, maybe smush Thing Two at the same time.

    “Go. Away,” he growls, even though growling’s gotten him fuckin’ nowhere so far.

    He doesn’t even have time to notice Thing Two’s disappeared, too distracted dealing with Crazy and her personal space issues. Respect a motherfucker’s bubble, okay? Carnage’s teeming balls, they’re both so fuckin’ clingy and touchy and kissy. Gross. “No. Bad crazy. Bad. Back off.”

    Does she listen, though? Of fuckin’ course not. He grumbles again, opens his mouth to lash out some more when Thing Two basically starts groping him, touching his wing in super sensitive places that make him twist away. “Fuck! Quit it! No touchy! Do you two not understand the meaning of the word no?!

    Oh holy shit though she got normal-sized somewhere along the line, he didn’t expect that and his eyes widen a little. Probably shoulda, ‘cause well. Magic and all. He eyes her warily, blowing out a nervous snort now that there’s two of them closer to his size, feelin’ outnumbered and surrounded with one on each side. “You seriously need to work on your game. With someone else.” Sure as hell not feelin’ the seduction, so much as just relentlessly bombarded with crazy and groped.

    By kids, no less.

    “Ohhhmygod stop touching me.” He shies away as Thing Two nibbles on his wings, jumping forward and shaking himself, stretching out his wings and drawing himself up to his full height and trying to make himself bigger as he turns to face them. Not that being bigger than them seemed to matter, but still. As big and tall and broad as he can manage, neck arched like he’s takin’ no sass from nobody, eyes narrowed at them all intense, nostrils flared. Raises one hoof and paws at the ground, lookin' all majestic and shit.

    Probably super intimidating. Just saying.

    “Go home, girls. You can’t handle this.”
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    #10

    Oh! He was not always the perfect boy, was he! Not when he snapped at her poor nose like that for kissing his jaw so sweetly, and then when his shoulder was thrown at her to bump her roughly away.

    She wasn't expecting it, and she made a small noise as she got shoved aside. It did hurt a little, though she didn't want to show that. So she stayed away this time, watching with a little less amusement, a little less excitement, as Zo neatly distracted him with delicious nibbles at his wing.

    Zoe would know what's best, there. She had wings.

    Zynnie tried not to glance at her bare back. Because it didn't matter anyway. Daddy still loved her just as much. And Momma too, probably, though she was much quieter about it. Besides, if she'd had wings too then Zoe wouldn't have any reason to shrink and cling to her because they'd both be flying around. Yeah, she was good with the ground.

    Their boy shied and danced forward away from them, and Zynnie slid naturally in to fill the space and stand at Zoe's side, their black and grey skin touching along their bodies. She felt quieter this time, because her shoulder still hurt and he wasn't being much fun anymore. So she let Zoe take over, tucked herself in to her sister's side and brushed the top of her nose against Zoe's neck.

    He got all showy and gorgeous, but Zynnie wasn't watching. She kept her eyes closed, or on her sister, or on the ground, spreading soft little touches over Zoe's neck and shoulder as a self-comforting sort of thing.

    And she wished Daddy were here with them.

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